What a ♥♥♥♥♥♥' mess! Losin' your own ♥♥♥♥ at your grandparent's silver wedding and killing everybody was ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ amazing but now you're chased by the cops! Hidden in a shabby students flat in the centre of town, you spent days drinking like a ♥♥♥♥♥ as your memory fade away and now you woke up in your bed near to a gutted and disemboweled foreign girl. At least it seems you have put your ♥♥♥♥ in something! Your housemates left you alone. But who cares, it's Christmas!

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Not funny I didn't laugh. Your joke is so bad I would have preferred the joke went over my head and you gave up re-telling me the joke. To be honest this is a horrid attempt at trying to get a laugh out of me. Not a chuckle, not a hehe, not even a subtle burst of air out of my esophagus. Science says before you laugh your brain preps your face muscles but I didn't even feel the slightest twitch. 0/10 this joke is so bad I cannot believe anyone legally allowed you to be creative at all. The amount of brain power you must have put into that joke has the potential to power every house on Earth. Get a personality and learn how to make jokes, read a book. I'm not saying this to be funny I genuinely mean it on how this is just bottom barrel embarrassment at comedy. You've single handedly killed humor and every comedic act on the planet. I'm so disappointed that society has failed as a whole in being able to teach you how to be funny.

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AITA for kicking my dad out of his own house?
Sorry for the format because I’m on mobile. So last week, my dad was all crazy and he was attempting to murder me so

AITA?

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Why was six afraid of seven?
Because 6 sees things sometimes. Things that aren’t really there. Things he thought he riddled with bullets back in Vietnam, when the sky was set alight by the napalm and the plants cried, for the world had fallen apart. He sees the child in the trench that his platoon had to execute under the malevolent and unforgiving shaded canopy of the jungle. Sometimes Six wakes up in a cold sweat, while the jungle and rotting planks of the house they burned down disintegrate as he snaps back into reality. He sees the village his platoon overwhelmed and when they entered they did- he prefers not to think of those things anymore. His horrific war crimes damnable even by his standards.